I look down at my hands, on my left ring finger I have two wedding bands. One that reads Carol McCormick the other, Stuart McCormick. My alcoholic abusive parents died 6 months ago, and sadly, they do not have the curse of re-animation like I do. On my right, two matching purity rings, one mine the other my first's. I still wore them as a reminder of the McCormick curse. We all are man whores from a young age. Sex addicts to the very end.

I touch my right ear lobe, traceing each silver ring I have. 8 total, one for each loved one I have lost. My mother, my father, my brother and sister, my 3 best friends. I hold the top one, the love of my life.

My wrist, a rhino silly band, I pull it off to gaze at the green design. A little boy gave it to me while I was in the hospital. He said it gave him good luck, and told me to take good care of it and it would bring me good luck. I will never forget him, his innocent brown eyes fading with the death that was consuming him.

Pulling up my orange sleeve I touch each name carved into my skin, the names of those who have taken every inch of my purity. I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I'm not pure like my love was. He was so small, so innocent, so... perfect.

Lastly, I shed my parka. I've had it since 8th grade, I used the money I had obtained from prostitution and gambling. There was a burnt hole in the right pocket, and some cigarette butts as well. A patch in the hood from the time I was shot in the head with an arrow. This parka had been my prize posession til l the day I feel in love, then his heart was my obsession.

I look down into the icy water. I sit all of my belongings on the dock beside me. I don't need them anymore. I stand up and tie a rope around my ankle, connected to a cinder block I found on my way here.

Picking the block of concrete up I sigh. Then throw the block into the black water, taking me down with it. I can feel the oxegen leaving my blood as my heart struggles to beat. I smile, this time I'm not coming back. I know I'll never see my love again. He was a perfect angel, I'm nothing more than inpure screw up.